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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.