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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.