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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
PIL,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Can,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.