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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.