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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.