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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Technova,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.