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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.