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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.