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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.