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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.