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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.