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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.