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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
June Days,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.