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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.