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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.