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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.