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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.