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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.