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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.