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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Japan,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.