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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.