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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.