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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.