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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Model 500,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.