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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.