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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.