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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.