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-Bissau 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
the Association,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.