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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.