Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.