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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.