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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.