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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.