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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.