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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Clear Light 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.