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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 cv313 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Organ,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.