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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.