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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.