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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.