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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.