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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.