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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.