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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.