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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.