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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.