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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.