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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scion to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.