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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.