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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.