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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.