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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.