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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.