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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.