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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.