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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.