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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.