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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.