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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.