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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.