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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Index,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.