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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.