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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.