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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.