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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.