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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.