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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.