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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.