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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.