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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.