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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.