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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.