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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
the Association,
UT,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.