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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.