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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.