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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.