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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
June Days,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.