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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.