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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.