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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.