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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.