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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.