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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Gong,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.