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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.