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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.