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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.