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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.