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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.