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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Mars,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.