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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.