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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.