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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.