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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.