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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.