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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s 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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.