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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.