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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.