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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.