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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Nas,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.