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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.