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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.