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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.