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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.