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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.