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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Wire,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.