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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Smog,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.