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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.