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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
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.