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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.