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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.