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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.