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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.