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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.