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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.