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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.