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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.