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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.