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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.