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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.