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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.