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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Q65,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.