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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.