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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.