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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Rekid,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.