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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Can,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.