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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.