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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Echospace,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.