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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.