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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.