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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.