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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Eurythmics 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.