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 India and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.