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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.