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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.