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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.