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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.