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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.