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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.