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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.