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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
JFA,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.