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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.