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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
DNA,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.