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 Poland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.