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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.