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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.