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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.