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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.