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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Franke to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.