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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Audionom,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.