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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.