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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.