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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Television,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.