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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Crime,
Unwound,
Wire,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.