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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.