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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.