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 Finland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.