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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Move,
The Martian,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.