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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.