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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.