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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Monks,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.