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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.