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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Fall,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.