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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.