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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.