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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.