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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.