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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.