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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.