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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.