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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.