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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Oneida,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.