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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.