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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.