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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.