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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.