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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.