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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.