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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.