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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.