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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Faust,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.