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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.