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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.