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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.