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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.