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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.