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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.