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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.