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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.