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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.