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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.