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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.