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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.