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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.