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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.