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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.