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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
UT,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.