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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cal Tjader 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.