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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.