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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.