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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.