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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.