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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.