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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.