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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.