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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Victims,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
the Normal,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.