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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.