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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Technova,
Can,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.