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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.