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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.