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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.