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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s 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 the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.