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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.