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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.