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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.