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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.