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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.