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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.