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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Slave,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.