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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.