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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.