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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.