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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.