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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Franke,
Fear,
cv313,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Crime,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.