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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.