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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
10cc,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.