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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.