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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.