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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.