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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.