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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.