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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.