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 France 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.