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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.