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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.