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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Television,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.