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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.