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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.