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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.