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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.