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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Hoover,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.