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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.