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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.