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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Darondo,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.