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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.