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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.