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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Quantec,
Faust,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.