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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.