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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.