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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.