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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.