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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Motorama 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Swans,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.