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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Fall,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.