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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.