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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.