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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.