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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.