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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.