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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.