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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.