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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
DNA,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.