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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.