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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.