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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Index,
DNA,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.