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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.