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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.