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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.