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 Honduras and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.