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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
UT,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.