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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.