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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.