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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.