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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Can to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.