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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.