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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.