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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Nico,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.