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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.