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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Wings,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.