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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.