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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.