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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.