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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.