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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.