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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.