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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.