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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.