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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.