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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Fear,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.