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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.