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 East Timor 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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.