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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.