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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.