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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.