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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.