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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.