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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.