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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.