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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.