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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.