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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.