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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.