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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Organ,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.