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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.