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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.