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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.