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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.