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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.