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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.