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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Television,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.