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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.