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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.