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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.