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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.