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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.