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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Slave,
Ituana,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.