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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.