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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
JFA,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.