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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.