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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.