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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Pole,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
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.