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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Scion,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.