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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.