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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.