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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.