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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
UT,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.