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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps 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 funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.