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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.