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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.