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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.