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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.