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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.