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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.