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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Vogues to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.