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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.