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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Josef K,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.