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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.