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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.