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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.