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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.