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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.