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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.