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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.