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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Technova,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
JFA,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.