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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Lyres,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.