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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.