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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.