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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.