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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.