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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Accadde A,
Fear,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.