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 Jamaica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.