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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.