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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Evens,
UT,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.