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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.