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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.