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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.