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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.