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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.