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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.