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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.