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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.