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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Sonics,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.