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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.