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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.