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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.