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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.