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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.