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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Liliput,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.