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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.