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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.