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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.