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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.