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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.