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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.