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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.