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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Outsiders to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Wings,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.