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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.