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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.