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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
UT,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.