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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.