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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.