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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Visage,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.