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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.