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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.