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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.