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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.