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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Brick,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.