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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.