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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.