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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
MDC,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.