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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.