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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.