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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.