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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.