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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.