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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.