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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.