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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.