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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.