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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.