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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.