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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.