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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.