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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.