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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.