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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.