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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.