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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.