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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nas,
CMW,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Wings,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.