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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.