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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.