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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.