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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.