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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.