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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
CMW,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.