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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.