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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.