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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.