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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A 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.