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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.