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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.