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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.