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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Flipper,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.