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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.