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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Index,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.