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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.