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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.