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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.