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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.