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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.