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 Togo 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.