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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.