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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.