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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.