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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.