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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.