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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.