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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 OOIOO 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.