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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Faust,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.