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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
June Days,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.