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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 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 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.