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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.