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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.