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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.