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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.