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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.