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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
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 Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.