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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.