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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.