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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.