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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.