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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.