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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.