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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.