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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.