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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
10cc,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.