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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Japan,
UT,
Echospace,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.