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 France and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.