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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.