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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.