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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
UT,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.