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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.