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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.