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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.