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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.