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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.