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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.