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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.