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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.