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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Organ,
X-101,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.