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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.