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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.