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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.