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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.