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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.