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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.