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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.