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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.