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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.