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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.