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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.