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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
UT,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Monks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.