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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.