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 Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
the Association,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.