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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Doors,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.