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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.