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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.