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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.