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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Scientists,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.