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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
AZ,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.