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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.