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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.