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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.