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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.