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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.