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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.