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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.