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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.