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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.