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 France and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.