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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.