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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Suicide,
Japan,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.