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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.