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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.