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 Sweden and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.