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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.