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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.