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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 PIL to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Index,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.