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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.