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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.