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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Fugs 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.