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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.