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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.