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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.