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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.